Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.